Primal Pursuit - Page 160

She’s blood-soaked, angry, lustful, endlessly fascinating, and bloodthirsty.

She’s fucking out for all the revenge.

Even with me.

I put my hand on her gun and lower it. “Zip tie him, Rabbit. Not kill.” Rabbit looks at me and I smile. “Yet.”

Cervantes’ eyes dart from me to her and back again. He’s in a silk robe and silk pajama bottoms in gold because he’s tacky that way, and a savage look comes over his face. “What the fuck?”

“Am I doing here?” I keep my gaze on him. “There’s also a gag, Rabbit, so…” I take one step toward him. “I’ll want to talk to you.”

“My men will kill you, you fucker.”

“No,” I say. “They won’t.”

I bring my gun down on his head, hard, and he crumples to the ground. Rabbit, bless her heart, is all kinds of disappointed and annoyed.

“Can’t we just kill him?”

“No. And do what you’re fucking told. Make it tight. And gag the asshole well.”

She’ll do it. I’m not worried about that. I’m slightly concerned she might try and kill him, but she hasn’t got that taste yet, and I’m pretty fucking sure I’m still number one on her list. Besides, I’m betting she’s got questions for him, as do I.

But first things first. I need to get the information Alexius wants. The fucking family heirlooms Rabbit sold off weren’t as important as the last piece. Something to do with some bullshit power attached. Whoever holds those, holds the whole Cervantes/Fowler operations. While it’s not much now, or ever was in the grand scheme, I’m aware cogs are all important. And the things this one does are no different.

Now Alexius has them. And with the files I’m here to get, he’ll own everything. Antonio’s death’s gonna be icing on a bloody cake. Personally, I don’t care.

Politics of mafia and crime operations never interested me beyond the job I’m asked to do.

Alexius wants a stop to a little uprising and wrong-footed foray into the bigger world of crime, outside Fowler Industries’ regular setup, so be it. If that coincides with Rabbit’s lust for revenge, have the fuck at it.

And me? With her?

Who the fuck knows? I don’t. And it makes it thrilling, the dark side of fun.

But right now, I’ve got a job to do. And no one’s made an appearance other than Antonio in his over-the-top grandmarble foyer. Combine that with no guards at the gate, and any staff is going to be minimal.

Protection for him will be minimal.

But there’ll be some. A few guards making rounds. Maybe a right-hand man.

I’m armed to the teeth. The bag’s for her, hopefully to slow her down, give Rabbit something to do.

“What now?”

“You stay here,” I say to Poppy, going over the blueprints in my head. Second floor, right in the middle is where I want to go. A study on the outside, Antonio’s little home center of operations. “Keep an eye on him.”

“I’m coming with you.”

I look at her. “And if you didn’t tie him right?”

“Check him yourself.”

All I need is to glance at him to see he’s trussed tighter than a Thanksgiving turkey. I sigh.

It was hard work not getting…hardwith her in the car, so close, knowing that I had a hit with collateral damage coming fast. There’s always a level of excitement in the chase, the hunt. And with Poppy in the car? That spiked. Straight into no holds sexual.

I had to keep quiet, think of other things, get focused, but Rabbit has a way of giving my libido a hand job. I don’t think I’ve ever fought myself so hard to not get an erection. But that got shot to hell the second I was in that luscious mouth.